Colson's Games (Book 2)

1: Go For Broke

Everything went black. There was a loud ringing in my ears, and I could hear tones of voices just not what they were saying.

I felt like screaming, but nothing was coming out. I was suffocating. I needed air.

My entire body was in unmeasurable, excruciating pain. I didn't know if I could take all the pain. My physical body was completely drained of energy. I couldn't move.

I knew I had to though. I knew I had to get out of the way. I needed to find shelter to survive.

I try lifting my head, but it was just too much. I laid it back down. I couldn't even panic. All I wanted was for it to end.

I laid there. Helpless. Completely motionless, except the slow rise and fall of my breathing chest. I couldn't even open my eyes. It was painful enough just breathing.

I felt my whole body flinch and heard an unknown shriek leave my lips, as I was picked up.

I could hear tones, all were deep. There were loud shooting noises and then they were lost in the distance, as I felt my body grow cold.

I tried my hardest to focus something. I needed to fight to survive. Although, I don't know if I even wanted to.

"How far?" I heard a man shout, in front of me.

"Past the barb wire fence. Go to the road." I heard another man faintly, coming from behind me.

"Here I got a knife." This voice was the closest. This man was carrying me.

"Not enough time." The man in front said, and then groaned growling as I heard metal clink together.

I drifted back into the inaudible tones. I felt myself slipping further and further away from consciousness. If I lost consciousness, I might not fight hard enough to come back.

Why would I? For who? For someone who could replace me? For more incidents like this? For more suffering and pain? Why should I fight? What am I fighting for?

I lose myself in thought, and then come back to reality. It felt like I was getting colder. Even if I tried there isn't much I could do without their help.

"I-If we don't stop the bleeding, she's going to fucking die." I heard a man's shaky voice.

With that, I felt a burning pain shoot through my veins, all the way through my body. As natural instinct, I shot up and screamed in pain.

"Sh, sh, sh."

"Damnit, Colson. Fucking hold her still."

The pain continued and I felt myself being pinned down.

"I can't see where else she's bleeding." The man who was torturing me hollered.

"The tub." A different man pointed out.

"The water will seep in and bleed her out faster."

"What if we sat her on me?" The man holding me down suggested.

They continued with their plans. Every movement hurt more and more. I felt myself crying from the continuous pain. The burning started again.

I opened the eye that wasn't swollen shut. I saw Slim with a bloody, wet rag helping Mars find the bleeding; Dub had a light to help; Rook was at my head in case to hold me down; and Colson was holding me.

I looked at Kells, my cheek stained with blood, sweat and tears. It took a moment for him to notice.

"It's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay." He said, more reassuring himself than I.

"It hurts." My vision blurred with tears, now.

I closed my eyes again and continued crying. I wasn't focused on anything. I couldn't. It was too much pain. I then felt someone blowing in my face, as they washed it.

After what felt like hours, they finished. Colson bathed me, dried me, bandaged me up and put me in bed. He thought it would be best to not cover the tender wounds so tightly. So, he didn't put clothes on me.

Across the room, in the bathroom, I heard Mars groaning in pain. After about half hour he came out. Heavy breathing, though his breaths were shaky.

He sat beside the bed. Colson had already cleaned himself up, while he was bathing me. Colson sat on the other side of the bed.

I felt a very cold hand caress my face, then gently kiss my temple. I opened my eye slightly, and saw Mars trying to light a blunt. His hands were shaking. I've never seen him like this. I closed my eye before anyone could notice.

The pain would come back, and then they would get me high enough to numb it. Then I would sleep. Once I was strong enough, they decided to hold me up while they forced me to drink water. Once they say me getting a little stronger, they decided to start feeding me liquid foods.

I don't know how long this went on. Not very long. I just constantly felt pain. I know they had Macky come in and look at me. I was too exhausted to be mentally there.

I just kinda breathed, felt with pain, and laid there. I was basically this huge burden no one wanted to get rid of.

They all worked so hard to take care of me. No one ever complained. Not once. My wounds were healing so slowly. It was so painful. I would always cry. It's all I could do to express pain. Talking hurt far too much.

Sometimes if I woke up in the middle of the night in pain, I would try to bare with it until morning. I wanted them to rest, I even watched them sleep and waited for them to get up.

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